Motherhood

"Oh, fucking hell, your tight," The large, ash colored stallion said as he pumped his cock into his wife, the wet slaps resonating in the lavish room.

The mare under him only moaned out in approval as she was fucked beyond words, unable to push past the overwhelming pleasure in the loins, the fire that burned so badly it almost hurt.

The bed rocked back and forth as the stallion's hips slapped into the mare's, drilling deeper and deeper into his lover as he pumped. Both were heaving and covered in sweat, coats matted in the salty liquid.

The stallion pumped faster as he felt the onset of an orgasm began to overcome hs body. He growled, almost like a roar, as he set up ever faster, causing the mare to scream in pleasure at the sudden change of tempo.

"F-fuck" The stallion managed to say "I-I'm...."

He couldn't even finish the sentence as his orgasm hit, hot spurts of his white spunk shooting directly into his lovers awaiting womb. The mare shrieked in delight as she herself came, spraying mare cum out of her depths and onto the bed.

The stallion's chest heaved, and he slowly pulled out of the mare, collapsing next to her on the bed. The mare shuddered a little as she felt his cum dribble down her thighs, then lowered her flanks so she was lying flat next to her husband. She looked over at him, studying his face, stuck with a blissful smile. "That..." She said. "Was amazing".

The stallion open his eyes, looking directly at the mare. "Yeah, it was." he leaned in and kissed the mare on the lips, holding her close.

The mare kissed him back, cooing as she felt his tongue trace her soft lips.

They broke the kiss, both staring into each others eyes. "I love you Brimstone" the mare said. "I love you too, Magenta" Brimstone replied.

Brimstone the wrapped his hoofs around his wife, and closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep in the warmth of his lover.

Magenta stayed up a little longer, lost in thought. She hadn't bothered to tell Brimstone hat she was in her estrus cycle, nor asked him to use protection when they started.

What would happen if she got pregnant? It was inevitable, considering how much cum was in her right now.

She only hoped he wouldn't mind being a father.

Magenta then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, Brimstone awoke to a loud shriek coming from the bathroom. He recognized it as his wife's and jumped out of bed, worried that something had happened to her.

"Honey?" Brimstone called out through the closed door "Are you ok?"

The door opened, and Brimstone was met with the sight of his wife grinning. Brimstone looked in her mouth: she was holding a pregnancy test, and he could tell what she was about to say.

"I'M-" Magenta tried to say.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?" Brimstone yelled out, scaring his wife farther into the bathroom. "YOUR PREGNATE!?!" Magenta was starting to become scared. He must have put the shriek and pregnancy test together...Why was he so angry?

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE IN YOUR ESTRUS CYCLE?!?!" Brimstone yelled at her. Suddenly he raised a hoof and slapped her across the face, making Magenta cry out in pain.

A few moments passed before Magenta could speak.

"I....thought you....wanted to......be.....a......daddy," Magenta said quietly, tears welling up in her eyes and running down her face. Why in Celestia had he slapped her? Was he that upset?

"A 'DADDY'?!?!" Brimstone practically shrieked to her "I NEVER WANTED TO BE A DAD!"

Brimstone slapped his wife again, harder this time, drawing blood.

Magenta began to sob "P-please" she begged "S-stop" Brimstone slapped her again, then punched her in the mouth "SHUT UP!" he yelled.

Despite not having hit his wife in a few months, it felt good. He reared back and hit her again, across the cheek, bruising it.

"Stupid cunt" Brimstone muttered. He stepped back, looking at his wife. She was trembling, blood running from her lip and cheek. Brimstone huffed, then walked out of the bathroom. "Get an abortion, or leave," he said, not looking back at her. He began to prepare for work, putting on his tie and grabbing his briefcase.

He then left without a word, leaving his wife in the bathroom. Magenta began to sob louder, completely enveloped in despair.

Awhile later she picked up herself up and walked into her...no...Brimstone's room, grabbed a bag and began packing it slowly. She put some of her clothes in, not even caring to fold them like she would normally do. Magenta then bent down and grabbed a pouch full of bits: He husbands beer money. She then put on some sunglasses to hide her injuries, and a scarf to hide her lip.

Magenta took a deep breath, then walked out of the room she had shared for years with the pony she once loved.

Stepping outside, reality finally hit Magenta: she was now homeless, choosing her home and sanctuary over her unborn foal. The pouch of bits she had wouldn't last long her in Canterlot, considering how expensive it was to live here. Magenta needed to find some pony to stay with for a few days until she could figure out what to do.

She considered her options quickly and decided that staying in Canterlot would be too risky. She had to go someplace quiet, someplace no pony wold recognize her.

Then it hit her like a carriage: Ponyville. The small town just below Canterlot. It was perfect , small, simple, and she had never been there before in her entire life.

Magenta began to walk to the train station, making sure to avoid the shops she had frequented in the past, as to avoid any unnecessary questions.

It took a relatively short time to reach the train station, roughly 20 minutes at the most. Magenta walked up to the counter "One ticket to Ponyville please" she said quietly, barely audible. But the pony heard her and pulled one out, its gold trim shining in the daylight. "That will be 250 bits please." the pony said.

Magenta gulped, the pulled out her pouch, she dumped its contents and began to count. To her horror, she had just enough to pay for the ticket, and nothing else, not one bit left.

She faltered suddenly, she could either take her chances and go to Ponyville, or stay here. "Miss?" the pony asked, "are you going to take your ticket?"

Magenta took another deep breath, "yes" she said, holding out her hoof. The pony placed the ticket in her hoof gently. "safe travels" he said with a smile, then turned to the next pony in line.

She then went and boarded the train, picking a window seat facing her former home. She could see it from here. Magenta closed her eyes and sighed. The train lurched slightly, and they began to move forward, to her new, and uncertain life.

The train ride took less time than she expected, only an hour or so. Magenta felt the train began to slow, coming to a stop at the Ponyville train station. She looked out the window: it was less active than to one at Canterlot, but still pretty packed. Magenta rose from her seat slowly, waiting for the other ponies to leave, so she could be last.

Once she was off the train, she took a good look around at her new surroundings. Ponies seemed happy to be here, almost all had smiles on their faces. The shops were simple and easy to remember, due to the simple layout of the town.

First thing Magenta needed was a place to stay. But she had no money, and she couldn't just go begging for a place, nor go to a poor house: the conditions might not be good for her or her unborn foal. She didn't really know what to do.

The answer the quite literally hit her in the face. A gust of wind blew a stray paper into her face. Magenta peeled it off her face, and out of curiosity began to read. It was an advertisement for a roommate. The landlord claimed he was OK with rent being late, and would supply furniture and electricity.

Magenta looked at the paper, not believing what she just read. This could be her answer to her most prominent issue at hand. she turned to the nearest pony to her: a powder-white unicorn with a lovely purple mane. "Um...excuse me?" she tentatively asked. The unicorn turned around, almost about-face. "yes?"

She gulped, then showed her the paper "do you know where this address is?"  she asked. The unicorn studied the paper for a moment, then smiled a prissy smile. "Of course, my dear, " she said, almost sing-song like. "It's just down the road here, the 6th door down". Magenta looked to where the unicorn was indicating: It was a Modest apartment building.

Magenta smiled under her scarf "Thank you" she said, grateful that it wasn't on the bad side of town, if this town had a bad side...

She began to walk, taking in the view, a ray of new hope hitting Magenta's soul.

When she arrived, she took out the paper again, looking for the room number: F5. Magenta began to walk up the stairs up front of her.

The layout was confusing at first, but she founds the F's, and began to close in on the room.

Step

F1

Step

F2

Step

F3

Step

F4

Magenta paused.

Step

She was up front of the door: F5.

Magenta reached up and gave a gentle knock on the door.

Almost instantly, the door opened, and a turquoise unicorn opened the door. Magenta had to look up: he was at least a head taller than her. Magenta cleared her throat "I'm here about your ad" she said. The unicorn smiled, revealing two sharp fangs. He stepped aside, offering to let her in.

Magenta looked uncertainly at the unicorn, could she trust him? The unicorn seemed to sense her nervousness and spoke in a surprisingly soothing tone: "Come in, I don't bite" he said, his voice low and gentle, totally contradicting his almost intimidating physique and appearance.

She decided she could trust the unicorn, and stepped into the apartment.

It was alright, not to lavish, but not barren in any way. Pictures and some posters lined the walls in the living room. There was a love seat and couch, all set up in front of a large flat-screen TV. Some comedian was on...

To her direct left was a doorway leading into the kitchen. The unicorn trotted into the room, leaving her alone for a moment, but then returned with two glasses of water, both levitated with his telekinetic magic.

He placed the glasses on a table up front of the couch and motioned for her to sit down, smiling again, revealing those fangs once more. Magenta took a seat next to the stallion, and for a moment they were silent, simply nothing to speak of.

Magenta then cleared her throat "Um, so, can we talk about the ad?" she asked. The unicorn turned to her, an almost confused expression playing his face. "What is there to talk about? I let you in: your my tenant now."

Magenta tried to process this: He just saw her and said OK? just like that? no questions or concerns?

The unicorn took a sip of his water, turning back to the TV. Magenta was still confused, where was her room then? Where was the restroom? Or...or...or.

So many thoughts ran through Magenta's head as she sat quietly, her eyes focused on the TV through her sunglasses.

The unicorn, on the other hand, had just one thought though, in a contrast to Magenta's...

He took another sip of his water, then cleared his throat. "Why is your face covered?" he asked "its kinda dark in here" Magenta's heart stopped for a moment, and she tried to think of a lie so that he wouldn't get suspicious. "Oh! Um, it's the new fashion at Canterlot! Sassy Saddles Has this new line of clothing, and this is one of the new accessories!"

'There' Magenta thought, 'that should do it'.

The unicorn looked at her almost solemnly, then got up, walking out of the room, and down a hallway. Magenta heard a few bumps and scrapes, and then the unicorn returned, holding a magazine in his mouth.

He gently placed it on the table, and Magenta noticed the cover: It was the newest Sassy Saddles fashion magazine, and it displayed her newest line of clothing: A simple dress adorned with a tiara.

Magenta gulped and looked up at the unicorn, who still had that solemn expression on his face."Why did you lie to me?" he asked.

She looked away, her throat closing up. She then felt a gentle tug at her scarf: The unicorn was unwrapping it slowly.

"WAHT ARE YOU-?!?!" Magenta shrieked, but was silenced by a hoof placed over her lips."Let me see your face" He said gently, a gentle smile on his lips.

That smile...

The unicorn lowered his hoof and began to unwrap her scarf once again, and this time Magenta let him, her shame revealed. The unicorn frowned at the sight of her split and swollen lip, but continued on. He placed the scarf down on the floor and gently lifted Magenta's sunglasses off her face, revealing her bruised cheek and now black eye.

Magenta began to cry out of shame. She had barely known this pony, and now he knows of her horrible shame.

She was then caught by a gentle hoof turning her head to face the unicorn. Magenta was shocked to see that he was crying, tears running down his muzzle and onto the couch. "Who did this to you?" he asked, his voices trembling with a fury so intense that Magenta was scared to say.

"My-my.....husband," she said quietly.

Another tear fell.

"Why?" The unicorn asked,willing himself to be calm and mature enough to ask such a question.

Magenta gulped, swallowing back another sob. "Last night, we made love, and I found out I was pregnant, and when I told him, he snapped, and began to hit me, saying how he never wanted to be a daddy...."

She began to cry again, this time louder "He said to either leave or get an abortion." Her body racked with sobs as she tried to regain control of herself.

"So I left" Magenta said quietly. "I love my foal more than him."

The unicorn sniffed, wiping his nose. "I'm sorry you had to experience that" he said. Then, surprising Magenta, he pulled her in for a hug, ot to rough as to hurt her, but enough to show he cared.

Magenta melted into the hug almost instantly, wrapping her hoofs around the unicorns broad shoulders.

"Your safe here" he said quietly.

Magenta looked up at the unicorn, and smiled. "Thank you"